didn’t have to worry about police looking for me on it. Once I got to my camp I opened a can of my food, this was the first meal in a while that I was going to have other than slop. After eating I went outside and laid on the ground, looking into the sky. The first time in weeks that I have gotten to see the stars. While watching them I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning still on the ground now it was really damp and muggy so I went inside and changed my clothes because I was all wet. I sat…
The Fall “Human Beings are not designed to be alone. None of God’s creatures are,” Chely Wright. This quote means that you are never alone. This is a lesson I learned on a cool summer night in 2013. It was the summer before 4th grade. I was sleeping over at my friend Maddie’s house just a third of a mile down the street from mine. After dinner, we decided to go for a ride on scooters around the neighborhood. It was a beautiful night, cool and quiet. We had stopped at a small spot where we hung…
I’ve always believed that the roads lead to my destiny were shaped through the difficulties and failures I faced. The mistakes I made, the lessons I learned, and the actions I took must be the first brick in my wall of success. A successful future and a fruitful career obviously belong to those who are willing to work hard with strong passion and dare to fail. Thereupon, I am confident that my academic background and my fierce desire will lead me on to the road of my destiny. By the time I was…
The tree lays dulled by the gloomy greyish- brown shades. Shrouded in solitude and misery, I stand staring with my brush sheathed subtly between my index finger and thumb. The oak stretches towards the heavens with its branches, like the arms of an angel, veiled in luscious green. The angel however, lays bare on the canvas, deprived of her divine glow. No matter how elegant I try to be, my leaves do not resemble those that Ma paints. She would simply swipe the brush out of my hands and cloak the…
I attempted to call to my mother, Ceres, but it was pointless, she was never going to hear the startled cry of her beloved child. The pitiful cry would not have done much anyway, for the peculiar man who had just sprung from the hole in the ground leapt down from his chariot and scooped me right up. Off we galloped, and as we did, I cried and cried out again, hoping by some miracle my dearest mother would hear me and come to my rescue. He promised me flowers made of pearls and all the riches one…
Graverobber reached into the cooler beside him, pulling out a can of soda. He popped it open with just his thumb and brought it to his lips. “I’m younger than most of the vampires here,” He said, sipping down the drink. “I was born in the year 1858, on April 15th. The name my parents gave me was ‘John Patrick Nolan’, and sometimes my father called me, ‘Jack’ for short,” Graverobber sat the can down; and he adjusted himself so he could hold his son in a more comfortable position. “But my dad…
Soldier Prologue Moonlight shines down on a clearing not far from the forest's edge. It's a calm night, with the nocturnal creatures performing their nightly symphony. Fog begins to tiptoe around the treeline, tentatively feeling its way among the tree trunks. A breeze whirls the fog and blows wispy clouds in front of the moon. As the light begins to dissipate, the fog slowly creeps through the grass and wind its way higher up the trees. The branches dance in the wind until the clearing is…
" Just answer my questions and all will be well. We need to know how long you have been reborn and how you have evaded registering. We must know who you're Nightmother or Nightfather is so that we may reprimand them for creating you without permission. This council will then decide your fate and the fate of your creations. I am High Counselor Octavis and the other counselors here shall introduce as we ask our questions. Do you understand why you are here, young fledgling?" Counselor Octavis eyes…
Once again, with Jonas’ face buried deep in the bed of the Annex, The Giver placed his cool hands on the back of Jonas. “Are you sure you want this memory?” questioned a concerned Giver. Jonas responded, “I'm as ready as I'll ever be,” as he wiped off his sweaty hands. “Good, because this is one of my least favorite memories of all time. Get ready, this will be a painful one. It won't mess with your body too much, but it will twist your mind in half.” The Giver warned.…
By insignificant back alleys and little-trod lanes, Johnny made his way to the ferry slip in North Boston. From there to Charlestown boats were going back and forth. No civilian except only the Boston doctors, who had offered their services, were allowed close to the Wharf. It was well Johnny had thought to not put on Pumpkin’s uniform. Mrs. Bessie had been right about one thing. A Yankee caught impersonating a British soldier would be shot. Johnny kept well out of the moonlight and away from…